Let me start by calming your fears. No, I wasn’t kidnapped by a drug lord. No, I didn’t go off-grid and join a commune. And no, I didn’t join the witness protection program and change my name to Consuela Banana Hammock. (Only fans of the show “Friends” will get that last one, and, you’re welcome.)
I’ve just been, well, busy. And, if I can be completely honest, I was a little burned out for a while. Over the last few months, I’ve been swarmed with emails and blog comments, many saying variations of “I want to buy a laundromat. Can you help me?” Or worse, those that ask questions that I’ve already discussed in a blog post somewhere. Urgh.